Scrawls on the Walls of the Soul The Ongoing Journey of the Quantum Shaman cover

Scrawls on the Walls of the Soul The Ongoing Journey of the Quantum Shaman

by Della Van Hise

"If you've ever felt like a stranger in a strange land, this book is your road map to survival in the spiritual wilderness!" (Michael Grove)Some of it may amuse you. Some of it may shock you. But as the old clich goes: If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention.*"It's not your neatly typed essays that interest me, but the scrawls on the walls of your soul."(Orlando)It was May of 2000 when my mentor threw me out of the quantum cosmic classroom and said, "I've taught you everything I can. Now it's time to take that knowledge and slam it up against the walls of the real world. If it survives the brutality to which it will be subjected, you will get a gold star next to your name and be allowed to proceed to the next level." No mention was made of what this next level might be, or if, indeed, it truly existed. As always, Orlando was cryptic, yet brutally honest.Go ahead - try to explain this path to your friends and relatives. They'll smile politely, squirm uncomfortably, and eventually look the other way when they see you coming. And who can blame them? They live in the real world with their office jobs and nuclear families and a host of mindless sitcoms waiting on the propaganda box at the end of their busy day.In direct contrast, it could be observed that anyone who has dedicated themselves to the pursuit of forbidden knowledge really doesn't live in that world at all - because the "real world" is seen to be little more than a series of illusions, not unlike The Matrix. To the seeker, the "real world" becomes less and less real, but instead a tangled web of false beliefs and erroneous conclusions. And not surprisingly, the people who populate that world begin to take on a peculiar zombie-like quality - actors on a hidden stage which is built and reinforced with every thought, motion and action.You find yourself alone in a world of jesters, jokers and jackasses. Now what?

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